The year was 1986.
1986 it seems so far away, as if were in the last century. It was the last century!
Youthful freedom allowed me to convert a home in the city into an ecclectic den of inequities, as one of my followers called it. My first studio.
Dalton Avenue Residence
I had the freedom to express my every whim and idea within the context of the four walls in which I lived. Filled with souvenirs of my travels abroad or travels to the local thrift stores or estate sales.
A glimpse into the beginnings of an artist.